Clean, white, opaque.
“Why do you weep, mother?”
“I weep for you, my son. I weep for your father and your brother.”
“All three have fallen beyond my reach.”
“Nay, my son, two still live. Yet both half-living, and slipping quickly away… Now, Boromir, my son, why do your pale eyes dim?”
“Is there no hope?”
“Yes, child, there is always hope.”
“…Will you linger a while? I am much confused and in fear.”
“Here: a blesséd kiss, to clean your mind and heal all wounds. I am with you, my son, forever by your side. Know that you have my love, and know that there is a final joy. Faramir told you this, remember his words that whispered in your sleep? There is a happy end to all this, there is a living peace. Resist now, and you shall see the white clouds and blue sky again. Resist now, and you shall one day taste clean, fresh water against your tongue. Resist now, and you shall hear the birds in the trees as they bid each other greeting. Resist, Boromir, I will lend you strength.”
“I see it now, I awaken… my sight returns, and yet grows dark. Mother, why do you fade?”
“Remember these words, my dear son. You are not abandoned yet. Resist to see life again. The darkness will pass.”
“Nay, I – mother, nay, wait – I –
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